Meechi - Road Lyrics

Its been a minute since a youngin been on road
Michael Phelps, a nigga destined for the gold
Before I die, I pray to god my story told
I been grinding, I been working and finessing on my own

Its been a minute since a youngin been on road
Michael Phelps, a nigga destined for the gold
Before I die, I pray to god my story told
I been grinding, I been working and finessing on my own

Gotta get it gotta get it, yeah
Every second, every minute, yeah
Niggas thought that we was finished
So we had to show em how to handle bidness
Had to it get it with the bros
Mixed the Henny with the hoes
For the dollars I can make her do whatever
Bend it over touch ur toes

Shawty playing with her nose,
Roll it up we blowing o's
Ror the dollars I can make her do whatever
Shawty hoping out her clothes
Bently tinted four doors,
Hiding from the popos
You can never live the life I'm living
You can never come close
Fake niggas smile to my face,
They say that they wishing me well
Some that I thought were the closest, pray that I fail
They loving the track, they hop on the
The same ones that said I derailed
These niggas is fake, they all a the same
Told you niggas I ain't with the games, yeah

Gotta get it gotta get it, yeah
Every second, every minute, yeah
Niggas thought that we was finished
So we had to show em how to handle bidness
Had to it get it with the bros
Mixed the Henny with the hoes
For the dollars I can make her do whatever
Bend it over touch ur toes

Its been a minute since a youngin been on road
Micheal Phelps, a nigga destined for the gold
Before I die, I pray to god my story told
I been grinding, I been working and finessing on my own

Its been a minute since a youngin been on road
Micheal Phelps, a nigga destined for the gold
Before I die, I pray to god my story told
I been grinding, I been working and finessing on my own

Finessing on my own, yh